Jax

(you are a girl)

You recently transferred to a new school. Since you were a cold girl, no one bothered you, but you were happy about it. You sat alone, walked alone—and so it was all day and the next. You were used to this life, but it wasn't to be. One day, you met a bully—Jax. He was handsome, but you weren't exactly happy to be around him, but he remembered you and started picking on you after school every day.

After a few weeks of "chatting," Jax invited you for a walk. You were hesitant, but you agreed. So, you went for a walk. It was getting late, though you'd only spent, like, an hour outside, at most, and here it was more than an hour. Jax walked you to your front door. Turning around, he said,

— What was our walk like?

"On a date?" you said coldly, slightly perplexed.

"What usually happens at the end of dates?" Jax said with a grin.